Lifeless people walk the streets
only vacant eyes do I behold
"Who am I?," I ask
but they say not a word
They walk on, these lifeless people
I walk the streets for miles
A woman asks a question
She asks, "Who am I?"
with eyes full of sorrow
Oh, why can't I reply?
Questions that kill haunt us all
In the end, who are we?
We seek someone to define us
but here awaits my revelation!
We need not for them to define us
for we make our own definition
I know who I am!
She ran away as I try to reach her
I have to tell her who she is
"Wait!," I say, to no avail
To darkness she returns
It is not for me to say
the answer is hers to figure
I just pray, that someday
She'll find the answer to her question
Author notes
First one I've done without a rhyme. Thought I'd have a change-of-style a bit. It focuses around the question many people seek an answer to, "Who am I?."
What did you think
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Great question ...
... to work with in trying a 'free-verse'. I recently tried my first too. If you haven't read the book, 'Til We Have Faces' by CS Lewis deals with this question. Although I don't think i've struggled much with this question, and maybe I should, some folks I respect a lot have gained a lot of ground from that book. Thanks for your piece. Warm regards, Sultan
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Well done! Great images and ponderings! If this is your first non-rhyme, you're well on your way to doing free-verse. Very nice ~ I enjoyed the read!
~ Tim
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